The Road I Travel

The Road I Travel

#8 Shakespeare and Yoda

An unexpected, furry friend

I learned that the brown dog’s name was Yoda. He was a fox terrier and hunting dog mix. Only a few years old.

He had better paw-eye coordination than any dog my family had ever owned. He could run after the ball without a leash and not get distracted. And if the ball accidentally landed over the fence, he’d hop up on the ledge and paw at it until it came free. He was good at standing still for selfies.